Chapter 71 "I bet 10,000 spirit stones that the match will end within half a quarter of an hour."

"Oh well, let her be. Xiao Ling seems to be in a good state. Restraining her will only affect her performance."

The elder was also helpless. He had given her a lot of advice along the way, but the child didn't seem to listen, which made them really angry.

Unfortunately, I can't hit or scold them now, so I can only spoil them.

Starting today, various sub-venues have begun to hold small-scale competitions. The Second Elder and Third Elder led Xiao Huanjian and the others away, hoping to earn some points for the sect.

After the group left, the Peach Blossom Valley's preparation area suddenly seemed much emptier, and the crowd began to discuss among the few remaining people.

"Why are there so few disciples in Peach Blossom Valley? Do they only recruit people based on their talent?"

"I don't think so. I met some fellow Daoists recently. They used to be from Peach Blossom Valley. They said that this sect welcomes all comers."

"I heard they're quite poor; apparently, they can't even afford to keep the cafeteria open..."

"Poor? Yesterday, Ye Luo was covered in talismans and magical treasures... and you call that poor?"

"Uh, I don't know, I just heard it from someone else."

"Maybe... their sect has some secret resources hidden within, which makes me want to go check out Peach Blossom Valley."

"Heh, forget it, they might not even be interested in you!"

...

As Ming Cang listened to the crowd's discussion, his expression suddenly became somewhat dazed, and he sighed helplessly in his heart, "Inherent resources, huh..."

The sect once did indeed have a secret realm, but unfortunately, with the withering of the Spirit Eye Tree, the gate to that secret realm could no longer be opened.

"Why……"

Seeing Yu Qianling, Cen Feng, and the others chatting and laughing, Ming Cang suddenly felt very guilty. Since they entered the valley, the sect had not provided them with good cultivation resources, and now they had to rely on them to fight for the sect's survival.

"Xiao Ling."

"Oh Master, don't worry about it. I'll definitely bring you back with a championship!" Yu Qianling interrupted him, afraid that he would start nagging again.

"You brat, have no manners! Come here!"

"Oh..." Yu Qianling walked over hesitantly, thinking she was about to be scolded again.

"You should replace that silver spear." Ming Cang took out a crimson spear from his storage bag and said, "This was made by the Third Elder at my request. Take it."

"Master..." Yu Qianling looked somewhat surprised, and after a long while, she raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively, "You're not trying to swindle me out of spirit stones again, are you?"

Ming Cang: "..." This brat is even more cunning than him!

"This is a gift from your teacher to encourage you to do your best in the competition!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianling's face lit up with joy. He chuckled and gripped the spear tightly, refusing to let go. "Thank you, Master! With this new magic weapon, the championship is even more assured!"

"You'd better prepare yourself; I have to deal with those old fogies."

After Ming Cang finished speaking, he left. Yu Qianling held the spear with obvious delight, swinging it around as if testing it out, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad!"

Su Yuyuan, who seemed unable to stand it any longer, sat down with his arms crossed and sneered, "You bumpkin, our Tianfeng Sect has plenty of these kinds of magic weapons."

Yu Qianling glanced at him, flicked the tip of her spear at him, and sneered, "So what? No matter how many magic weapons you have, you're still a pampered good-for-nothing."

With a "pfft," everyone covered their faces and chuckled. Some people pretended to drink their tea, as if the laughter had nothing to do with them.

Su Yuyuan: "You—!"

"Alright, what are you yelling about!" Zhan Zong's Shi Yi crossed his arms and sneered, "Last time, that disciple from the Bai family was humiliated on the ground, but you ran away pretty fast, kid."

Upon hearing Shi Yi's words, everyone recalled the embarrassing incident of being chased by Yu Qianling in the secret realm, and their shoulders trembled as they tried to suppress their laughter.

Su Yuyuan's face darkened further, and he angrily said, "If it weren't for Yu Xuan meddling and ruining our plans, that simple-minded, stupid woman would have been eliminated long ago!"

After he finished speaking, everyone looked towards Xuanwu Palace and couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Yu Xuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them, glanced at Su Yuyuan, and then closed them again, looking like he couldn't be bothered to deal with the idiot.

Du Jiaoxi, who was standing to the side, chuckled as if watching a show. This scene seemed to anger Su Yuyuan, who glared at her and said, "Are you enjoying watching this show?"

"Are you a mad dog? You bite anyone you see?"

Du Jiaoxi naturally knew what he was angry about, and sneered, "Our cooperation back then was just a matter of mutual benefit. I'm not a lackey of your Tianfeng Sect. Facts have proven that not helping you was the right thing to do."

"You!" Su Yuyuan was speechless, and could only sit in the chair and sulk.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the disciples from each participating family went up on stage to draw lots. Elder Feng Shen then flew onto the arena and said, "Please be quiet, everyone. Now I will announce the group assignments for the Fengyun Group individual arena competition, specifically for Groups A and B!"

"Group A: First match: Peach Blossom Valley vs. Heavenly Wind Sect; Second match: Beast Taming Sect vs. Illusionary Sound Sect!"

"Group B: First match: Xuanwu Palace vs. Wanjian Sect; Second match: Zhanzong vs. Qingyue Sect!"

As soon as Feng Shen finished speaking, Yu Qianling laughed wildly, leaped onto the arena, pointed his spear at Su Yuyuan, and said, "Come up here and die!"

Feng Shen: "..."

Everyone was speechless.

Feng Shen: "Why are you in such a hurry, child?!"

Yu Qianling: "I'm in a hurry! I've wanted to beat him up for so long! Hurry, Elder Feng, let's begin!"

"..."

Feng Shen looked up and saw Ming Cang covering his face. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to him, and then could only say helplessly, "Alright, please come up on stage, disciple of the Tianfeng Sect."

Su Yuyuan was so angry that his face turned ashen. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he suddenly jumped onto the arena, shouting, "Who will beat whom is still uncertain!"

"Haha, everyone, would you like to place a bet?" Du Jiaoxi said from the preparation area.

Shi Yi looked speechless: "What's the point of betting on this? Su Yuyuan is definitely going to lose."

Du Jiaoxi: "Let's not bet on who wins or loses, but on when he'll be knocked off the stage. The person who guesses the closest time will be the winner."

Shi Yi pondered for a moment: "Alright, I'll bet two thousand spirit stones that Su Yuyuan will be knocked off the stage in two quarters of an hour."

“Alright!” Du Jiaoxi stroked her chin and said, “Then I’ll bet two thousand spirit stones on him for a quarter of an hour.”

"Is anyone else coming to play?"

"I bet 10,000 spirit stones that the match will end within half a quarter of an hour." Yu Xuan suddenly spoke up, surprising them all.

"Yu Xuan, are you sure?" Du Jiaoxi asked.

"Um."

"Okay, then you can't go back on your word!"

Going back on your word?

No need.

For some reason, he was certain that the crazy woman could do it.

Yu Xuan's gaze lingered on Yu Qianling. Seeing her heroic and confident appearance, he felt his blood surging and couldn't wait to fight her.

Their conversation was naturally overheard by the disciples of the Tianfeng Sect, who gritted their teeth in hatred.

To have one's fate sealed before anything even begins is blatant contempt.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands, and Feng Shen leaped into the air to announce, "The match has officially begun!"

The crimson spear spun a few times in Yu Qianling's hand, generating waves of heat, and he shouted with fighting spirit, "Come and fight!"